Thick as Thieves

All I sea are coloured people;
starry Knights and marbled Danes,
copper Rhodesians and gold dusted Sols

Today, however, along the way
I picked up a feather neat and gloss
daring named him Barabbas

He's sharp well-groomed and slim;
trapped now in a cage of light,
though loudly chirps to take flight

I rejected the dross of an albatros
of a large and sheepish fold,
old fray and stains of dirty showed

That hen had flown to quite a height
How bright she must have shine,
now tainted with glug-grime

But this darkest one he glowed...
When the crowd woof "Pilot! Let him go."
I chew a nail and twist a toe

It's like chosing a gown for the ball
Is this a mundane domestic decision
or a mission that fosters sharp division

Intreagued on what I'll sow
Perhaps all along she's been
my moon messiah in this dream

Deep desire versus core conviction
One must I crucify:
queen's breast or my I

Does this make me a Petrine?
Oh what a lot and cast
Filled with pressure to act fast

And so from blood of the same rye 
flutters black and white, old and new
God help me, for I know not what to do!

I wash my hands